Hi All! Sorry for the wait! This is a relatively short chapter with pretty much no plot advancement but I am kind of running out of ideas. I would really appreciate some suggestions :). Thank you so much for reading!
"I'm bored" Santana whined from her spot lounging on the coach. She had taken up the majority of said coach by stretching out with her feet in Brittany's lap. This was not her first complaint of boredom of the night, rather she had been issuing a similar complaint at least every half an hour. Kurt rolled his eyes, he, with the rest of the group, had taken to ignoring Santana's complaints. Instead he bounced Beth on his knee and tried to block out Rachel's intensely protective eye.
"I'm bored!" Santana repeated as she realized no one was listening, "It's nine o'clock on a Friday night and I have spent the last six hours at Berry's house listening to Lady Hummel and Tinkerbell discuss which Broadway legend they are most like!" Rachel took her eye off Kurt for a moment to look back at Santana.
"Santana, may I remind you that you invited yourself to sleep at my house and when I reprimanded you for your rudeness your replied by asking me, and I quote, 'to get the stick out of my ass and let me spend the night with my goddaughter dammit.". So forgive me if I, and I believe I speak for everyone, am less than sympathetic to you boredom." Santana huffed and glanced at Brittany who gave no sign of support.
"Whatever." She responded. "Give me the baby." She added, glaring at Kurt.
"No way! It's my turn!" Kurt responded, clutching Beth closer to his chest.
"It's neither of your turns! I'm taking her upstairs and putting her to bed. Honestly its a miracle she hasn't started shrieking yet. And while I'm gone, I expect one of you to find something for us to do to occupy ourselves." Quinn said authoritatively, sweeping Beth into her arms and ascending the stairs out of the basement.
For a second, the room was silent.
"Well as someone who is fairly lacking in knowledge of traditional activities for sleepovers, I must turn to you to for suggestions." Rachel said, turning her whole body to face the couch from her place on the arm chair. Kurt mimicked her action and turned his head up from the couch he was leaning against to look up at Santana and Brittany. They looked at each other.
"Well usually we play some kind of drinking game…" Santana responded.
"Quinn and I can't drink. And furthermore, I refuse to break the trust my fathers had in me when they left us alone." Rachel snapped back immediately.
"I know, Berry." Santana rolled her eyes, "You asked us what we usually do on sleepovers and I responded. Chill." Rachel huffed before leaning back into the cushion of her chair.
"Also we play other types of games!" Brittany added happily.
"What kind of games?" Kurt asked, a bit skeptical.
"You know…Never Have I Ever, Truth or Dare…" Santana replied lazily.
"I've never played either of those." Rachel responded tugging absentmindedly at a thread coming out of the chair.
"Let's play truth or dare!" Brittany squealed. They all agreed, despite their varying levels of eagerness. When Quinn finally returned she too agreed, a bit warily. They moved into a circle on the floor and Santana and Quinn pushed the furniture out of the way.
"I propose that Brittany start as this was her idea in the first place." Rachel announced once they were all situated.
"Okay!" Brittany agreed quickly, "Kurt. Truth or Dare?" Kurt looked both shocked to be first and looked around the circle before responding.
"Truth." He replied a bit reluctantly. However, knowing Brittany, he assumed the question would be somewhat similar to 'What's you favorite color?'.
"How far have you gone?" Brittany said immediately. Kurt blushed pink and looked around to see Quinn and Rachel trying not to laugh and Santana both smirking and looking at Brittany with eyes full of pride.
Stuttering, Kurt replied, "Well… I uh guess that farthest I've ever gone was that time with you Brittany." The smile was wiped from Santana's face and was replaced by a grimace. Brittany however looked fulfilled and grinned kindly at Kurt. Rachel and Quinn had stopped trying to hold back their giggles and were each silently having a fit of laughter.
Turning to Rachel, Kurt continued the game.
"Truth or dare, Rachel?" Rachel squeaked before breathing heavily to rid herself of laughter.
Still gasping a bit for breath, Rachel turned to Kurt. "Truth, please." Kurt grinned evilly.
"How many times have you had sex?" Rachel's face turned bright red and her eyes doubled in size. Rachel, modest to a fault (though not particularly humble), looked between her girlfriend and Kurt, her eyes darting anxiously. Santana was back to smiling now and Quinn looked genuinely interested in the question.
"Once!" She shrieked, "Once, God Kurt!" Quinn started laughing until Rachel glared at her.
"I thought Rachel was a virgin…" Brittany whispered to Santana which had Santana, Quinn, and Kurt in stitches on the ground while Brittany scrunched up her face confused and Rachel huffed indignantly.
"Fine. Whatever." Rachel said pouting. Quinn moved to kiss her cheek but she dodged Quinn attempts and glared determinedly at Santana.
"Truth or Dare, Santana?" She asked, spitting out Santana's name like venom.
"Dare, unlike all of you pussies." She responded immediately, engaging Rachel's eye contact.
Rachel opened her mouth as though about to talk but Quinn jumped up at stopped her, struck with an idea. Looking at Santana with a fierce sparkle in her eyes, she whispered something into Rachel's ear. Rachel looked at Quinn in confusion but Quinn merely nodded.
"Fine. Santana, I dare you to only do truths for the rest of the night." Rachel announced after a prompting look from her girlfriend. Santana shrugged nonchalantly but one luck at Quinn's smirk had her a bit anxious.
"Q. Truth or Dare?" Santana barked making eye contact with the blonde girl who was grinning at her.
"I'll do a dare." Quinn replied with a glint of competitiveness in her eye that had dormant over the past couple of months.
"Then I dare you to call your parent's home phone and pretend to be your father's mistress." Quinn looked at Santana for only a second before picking up Rachel's cell phone and dialing a number she hadn't used in months.
"Don't use my phone!" Rachel shrieked.
"They know my number!" Quinn retorted, "Now shush everyone." Quinn cried directly the last statement at Kurt and who had taken to humming horror movie background music.
"Hi Russell." Quinn greeted in her best sultry voice both to increase her seductiveness and mask her own voice from recognition. Santana was now bellowing with laughter. There was a pause as the person on the other line responded. "Judy? Oh... the wife. Oh well can you tell him Ginger said hi? He'll know who I am." Quinn responded biting her lip to keep from laughing. Even Rachel was smiling.
"Was that good?" Quinn asked Santana once the line had gone dead.
"Very nice. I know Berry over there really liked the sexy voice." Both Rachel and Quinn blushed crimson.
"Shut up, Santana. Truth or Dare? Though I have a feeling I know which you'll pick." Quinn asked.
"I just went!"
"There's no rules, Santana. Truth or Dare?"
"Well I guess I'm going to have to choice truth." Santana replied mockingly.
"Have you ever been in love?" Quinn asked immediately. She, of course, knew the answer. However, she had wanted her two best friends to get together since eighth grade and she was tired of letting them figure stuff out on their own.
Santana blushed ferociously and looked down at her hands. Brittany was now looking at her with a look of deep interest that was rare seen on Brittany's face. It took a moment but she finally mumbled her answer.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you." Quinn prompted, allowing her head cheerleader smirk to pop through a bit. Looking up and making eye contact with Brittany, Santana repeated her answer.
"Yes." Brittany's face broke into a wide smile and before anyone knew what was happening, she had practically thrown herself onto Santana, kissing her hard and fast.
After about a minute, Kurt cleared his throat to remind the two that there were others in the room. Slowly, and reluctantly, they pulled apart, but flashing matching grins. With a glint in her eye, Santana spoke to continue the game.
"Berry! Truth or Dare?"
About half and hour in, Rachel began to shift in her seat with increasing frequency. After around five minutes, Quinn wordlessly handed Rachel a pillow to put behind her aching back. Luckily, Quinn received a peck on the cheek in response instead a reprimand about how Rachel was perfectly capable or taking care of her self and that her back didn't even hurt thank you very much. Despite the efforts of the pillow, about an hour in,as the gang lost interest in their once riveting game of Truth and Dare as the truths turned shallows and the dares very lame, Rachel was clearly unable to sit on the floor any longer and Santana recommended that they return the furniture.
They attempted to continue the game for a few minutes, without any success.
"I think it's safe to say that truth or dare has run it's course?" Rachel said as Kurt finished a truth (Who is the hottest teacher at WMHS from Rachel to which he responded with incoherent mumbling about a very young and energetic Photography teacher). Santana responded with a grunt as the others made lazy signs of agreement. "Then I propose we turn in for an early night? I for one am absolutely exhausted and-"
"Lame!" Santana cried. Rachel looked at her and huffed.
"C'mon Rach, you said we could play Never Ever Have I Ever!" Brittany added
"Isn't that a drinking game?" Rachel asked raising an eyebrow.
"It doesn't have to be" Santana responded with only the faintest trace of an eye roll.
"We can you just play it for fun!" Brittany suggested, smiling brightly.
"Or we could heighten the stakes." Quinn added with a little smirk.
"What do you suggest?" Santana asked, with a nearly identical smirk.
Quinn at this point was fairly confident that her, Kurt, and Rachel had all done less stuff than both Brittany and Santana.
"We could keep score. Loser owes all the winners a dare of their choice." Brittany clapped her hands in agreement.
"Alright. Berry it's your house so you start. Twinkletoes, you can keep score" Rachel looked up at the mention of her name.
"Okay! Um... Never ever have I ever... Been a cheerio." Rachel finished lamely exchanging an apologetic look with Quinn. Without even looking at their raised hands, Kurt marked a point down for himself, Santana, Quinn and Brittany.
"Going around the circle, Santana's next." Kurt said authoritatively, taking his role as scorekeeper very seriously.
Sitting up straighter, Santana scanned her awaiting audience. She was clearly conjuring up the most embarrassing never ever she could possibly think of.
"Never ever have I ever wanted to date Finn Hudson." Quinn scoffed a bit, displaying her lack of awe in Santana's never ever. Her, Rachel, and Kurt all gestured to acknowledge that they had in fact, at one point or another wanted Finn. Blushing a bit, Kurt gave all three of them a little tally by their name and gestured to Brittany to take her turn.
Brittany made the obligatory, "Never ever have I ever been pregnant.". Rachel huffed while Quinn rolled her eyes. Once Kurt marked the two of them down, Quinn glanced over at Santana to check if she had also risen a finger in acknowledgment. Santana caught her glance and responded with a quick middle finger and a fuck you.
The game continued for an (excruciating) eleven more rounds until Santana accepted defeat after Brittany had made puppy dog eyes and said "I'm sleepy Sanny! I don't want to play this anymore!"
"Whatever, it just means I've done more shit than all of you bitches." She said bitterly.
"I believe that our original agreement dictated that that four of us are now allowed to give you whatever dare we choose."
"Make it quick, Berry." Santana hissed.
"Quinn, If I recall correctly you had a dare in mind?"
"I did, thank you Rachel." Quinn responded in mock formality, "Santana, we dare you to tell whoever it is that you love that you love them."
Santana yelped and looked between Kurt, Quinn, and Rachel, hoping that one of them would come to her rescue.
"Oh fuck you all" She said eventually, "Fuck this. Brittany I love you. I've loved you since eighth grade and probably before that. I'm sorry I've been such a bitch to you but you know me; I'm a bitch. And I love you so...yeah."
Brittany did not seem overly concerned by Santana's lack of eloquence, on the contrary, she seemed to appreciate it. She grabbed Santana and wrapped herself around her, kissing her silly.
Rachel and Quinn exchanged triumphant glances while Kurt tried to reason how the hell he had become friends with all these crazy lesbians.
The development in Brittany and Santana's relationship wasn't apparent right away. In fact, it took Brittany a week to convince Santana to "come out". However, just over a week after the sleepover, Santana came out in a way that Rachel deemed "anticlimactic and painfully unromantic"; by changing her Facebook status. That Monday, Santana went to school fully aware that the majority of the student body had seen on their timeline that "Santana Lopez is in a relationship with Brittany S. Pierce."
Not much hoopla followed Brittany and Santana entering the school holding hands; must of the student body had known or suspected that they had been fooling around for a while. In fact, it took until lunch for anyone to even acknowledge the upgrade in their relationship. At least to their faces.
Brittany and Santana were holding hands and sitting at the unofficial glee club table instead of their typical Cheerios table when Karofsky decided to pay a visit to his least favorite table.
Leaning in to put his face right near Santana's he sneered, "I'd still screw you. And you can bring your girlfriend."
Everyone was expecting Santana jump right up and verbally (or perhaps physically) beat him into submission. However, it was Brittany who was up first. She stood up and look Karofsky rightin the eye. With more conviction or focus than anyone had ever seen her display she said, "Don't ever say that again or my girlfriend will rip off your balls." Karofsky, not being a total idiot, took that as his goodbye and scrammed.
Nobody else flirted with or harassed either Brittany or Santana again.